Virginia Woolf After The Death of Her Mother

Virginia Woolf (far left) after the death of her mother, Julia Stephen

Earth dropped on the coffin; three pebbles fell on the hard shiny surface; and as they dropped she was possessed by a sense of something everlasting; of life mixing with death, of death becoming life. For as she looked she heard the sparrows chirp quicker and quicker; she heard wheels in the distance sound louder and louder; life came closer and closer.
— Virginia Woolf, The Years